I thought about that,
And couldn’t help but feel blessed…
Grateful with a thankfulness
My mind and body are both intact
And healthy!
So I replied…
‘I am treating life with my best efforts!
And we are both enjoying each other’s company!
That’s the way I see it!
How is life treating you? ‘
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